A paraphrase vpon the divine poems By George Sandys |
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 | A paraphrase vpon the divine poems |  |
Psalme XL.
[Part 1.]
For God I patiently did looke;
He to my cryes inclin'd his Eare:
And when invironed with feare,
From that Abysse of horror tooke:
Drew from the Mud, and on a Rocke
Establisht, to indure the shocke.
He to my cryes inclin'd his Eare:
And when invironed with feare,
From that Abysse of horror tooke:
Drew from the Mud, and on a Rocke
Establisht, to indure the shocke.
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Then did into my mouth convey
Songs of his Praise, unsung before.
Many shall see, with feare adore;
And trusting in th'Almighty, say:
Who on the Lord depend, are blest;
Who Liers, and the Proud detest.
Songs of his Praise, unsung before.
Many shall see, with feare adore;
And trusting in th'Almighty, say:
Who on the Lord depend, are blest;
Who Liers, and the Proud detest.
Many, and full of wonder, are
The Works, O Lord, which Thou hast wrought:
What Thou to raise our joyes hast thought,
O who in order can declare!
'Twere lost endeavour to expresse
Their number, that are numberlesse.
The Works, O Lord, which Thou hast wrought:
What Thou to raise our joyes hast thought,
O who in order can declare!
'Twere lost endeavour to expresse
Their number, that are numberlesse.
Thou Gifts, nor Offerings dost desire;
But pierced hast thy Servants eare:
To Thee Oblations are not deare,
Nor Sacrifice consum'd with fire.
Then said I; Lo, I come: thus it
Is of me in Thy Volume writ.
But pierced hast thy Servants eare:
To Thee Oblations are not deare,
Nor Sacrifice consum'd with fire.
Then said I; Lo, I come: thus it
Is of me in Thy Volume writ.
Thy Lawes are written in my Heart:
My Joy Thy Pleasure to fulfill.
I in the great Assembly still
Thy Righteousnesse to all impart:
My lips are unrestrein'd by me,
Which, Lord, is onely knowne to Thee.
My Joy Thy Pleasure to fulfill.
I in the great Assembly still
Thy Righteousnesse to all impart:
My lips are unrestrein'd by me,
Which, Lord, is onely knowne to Thee.
Thy Justice I have not conceal'd
Within the closure of my brest:
But Thy Fidelity profest;
And saving health at large reveal'd:
Amidst the Congregation
Thy constant Truth and Mercy showne.
Within the closure of my brest:
But Thy Fidelity profest;
And saving health at large reveal'd:
Amidst the Congregation
Thy constant Truth and Mercy showne.
Part. 2.
Withdraw not, Lord, thy long'd for Aide;
With Truth and Mercy still inclose:
For O! innumerable woes
On every side my Soule invade:
So changed with Iniquities,
That they even blind my fearefull eyes.
With Truth and Mercy still inclose:
For O! innumerable woes
On every side my Soule invade:
So changed with Iniquities,
That they even blind my fearefull eyes.
In number they my haires exceed;
My fainting heart pants in my brest:
Be pleas'd to succour the Distrest;
And Lord deliver me with speed.
Let Shame at once confound them all,
That seeke my Soule, and plot my fall.
My fainting heart pants in my brest:
Be pleas'd to succour the Distrest;
And Lord deliver me with speed.
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That seeke my Soule, and plot my fall.
Be they repulst with Infamy,
Who persecute with deadly hate:
Deservedly left desolate,
Who Ha, Ha! in derision cry.
Let all who seeke thy Helpe, rejoyce,
And praise Thee with a cheerfull Voice.
Who persecute with deadly hate:
Deservedly left desolate,
Who Ha, Ha! in derision cry.
Let all who seeke thy Helpe, rejoyce,
And praise Thee with a cheerfull Voice.
Let them, who thy Salvation love,
Still say; The Lord be magnifi'd!
Though I be poore, and cast aside;
Yet he regards me from above.
My Safety, my Deliverer,
No longer thy reliefe deferre.
Still say; The Lord be magnifi'd!
Though I be poore, and cast aside;
Yet he regards me from above.
My Safety, my Deliverer,
No longer thy reliefe deferre.
| A paraphrase vpon the divine poems | |